User blog comment:Llamao/Kotir Reborn/@comment-3474228-20120318172736/@comment-3474228-20120319214932

The ferret, his muscles aching from crouching down for so long, shifts around, and his blade punctures a small hole in one of the bags, dispensing some flour onto his nose. Unable to hold it in, he sneezed abnormally loud and knocks the bags over. Recovering moments later, he leaps up and runs out of the kitchen, heading for Great Hall, where a set of stairs leads up to the sleeping creatures on the second floor